I live in fear of the telephone. Every time I hear the phone ring late at night a million horrible situations go through my head. Is my grandmother dead? Is my grandfather getting worse? Did my cousin get attacked in Iraq? I haven't felt this anxious and depressed in a while. I really wish that my grandparents didn't get sick at the same time. I don't want to lose either of them but I know its inevitable. I wish my cousin didn't get shipped off to Iraq. I wish I could talk to someone about this but I guess writing about it will do.
I've never been more anxious to see my psychiatrist.
-Suburban Bleach
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